“I know I must go on dancing on hot bricks until I die.”
—Virginia Woolf
You and I,
we live in this world where time and space becomes blurry.
We grope through the nothingness,
seeking for something to latch on to.
Some fragments, some moments…
They are transitory, they are fragile, they are broken,
so that we can’t wait to let go of them, making space for the eternal.
But these fragments
are what I will record in this blog,
because at the moment of their existence,
they are a whole, they are glowing,
they are the lights
which we see in distance when we turn away from the messy reality.
So if you happen to stumble upon this blog,
it will,in the moment of your stare,
strive to show you a short dance.
If you see floundering instead,
then perhaps I’m not dancing beautifully
yet.
About
You and I,
we live in this world where time and space becomes blurry.
We grope through the nothingness,
seeking for something to latch on to.
Some fragments, some moments…
They are transitory, they are fragile, they are broken,
so that we can’t wait to let go of them, making space for the eternal.
But these fragments
are what I will record in this blog,
because at the moment of their existence,
they are a whole, they are glowing,
they are the lights
which we see in distance when we turn away from the messy reality.
So if you happen to stumble upon this blog,
it will,in the moment of your stare,
strive to show you a short dance.
If you see floundering instead,
then perhaps I’m not dancing beautifully
yet.